Life is despair. Pain fused with sadness. Sure it has ever brief fleeting moments of joy, ut they are destined to fade with the light in my eyes. I'm hungry and tired. People say in response to that, "you're always hungry and you're always tired". I hunger for the dreams I've seen in my mind, the flickering blurred instances of projected hope. I'm tired because I've lived. I've only just realised I'll never not be tired as long as I remain alive. The longer I live the more life will take from me. Whatever gives me this life must also have the power to take it away. I know this. I'm so tired of feeling and of giving. Now I only have sorrow to share. If I stay this way I'm afraid I won't even have tears to give. I'm tired. I'll sleep now.